Author: NeoBahamut
Archive: Of course!
Warnings: MEGA ANGST!!! Poor Vegeta... I make him suffer so much... Get your tissues ready, folks!
Discription: Sequel to 'Stars' and 'Promise of the Stars'. This is one of the last fics I'm going to write for a while. I need time to brainstorm for my next series!
Desolate. Cold. Those were perfect words to describe the place where Vegeta stood. They also perfectly described his heart and soul. A cold gust of wind disturbed the newly fallen snow on the ground about the prince's feet, causing it blow about him in chaos. It did not disturb him. The cold was nothing compared to the cold inside him.
Only three days had passed since Goku had made his nobel scarifice, Instant Transmitting the self destructing Cell to King Kai's planet where the warrior was also destroyed. Of course, Cell had not been destroyed and returned to Earth to wreak more havok, killing his son with a fatal blast. In short, Gohan had won the battle, Cell had been destroyed and he was left alone, without someone to hold him or comfort him when something went wrong.
"Damn you, Goku..." Vegeta swore halfheartidly, his voice cracking slightly.
The small siayan fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to warm his broken heart. He wanted to cry, wanted the tears to help relieve some of the chill, but the tears would no longer come. Vegeta had cried himself to sleep so many times. His heart had become a block of solid ice, an ice so cold that not even the heat of the desert when the sun was high in the sky could melt it. There was only one thing warm enough to evaporate the ice, and that was the single man who was no longer on the planet.
"You broke you're promise... How could you do this to me...?" Vegeta murmured, both his lips and voice trembling.
Vegeta had been thrown into deep depression shortly after Goku's death. He hadn't eaten lately, drank very little, and would toss and turn when he managed to get to sleep. None of the other Z fighters had noticed anything unusual about the prince, though. To them, he seemed to be acting perfectly normal and wouldn't give a damn if he wasn't. Maybe Gohan would take pity on him, and perhaps Goku idiotic wife and Bulma, but that's where the list ended. The rest either hated him or didn't care what happened to him.
He was trembling now, from cold or sorrow the prince could not tell. Vegeta tried to stand, but his body refused, causing him to fall over. Again the small saiyan tried to get up, and again it was in vein.
The glistening, white snow was as soft as cotten and did not feel cold to Vegeta any longer. It seemed to be comfortingly soft and smooth. He sighed and nestled closer to the bitter cold cotten and closed his eyes, not noticing the slightly blue tinge in his lips or that was shaking convulsively. All that he noticed was the sweet sense of peace that was slowly creeping over him.
~*~
The snow stirred slightly, some of the flakes tumbling from on top of an indistingushible form. Slowly, the figure sat up, his lips trembling and his teeth chattering from cold. Flaming, black hair looked frosted, some snow still decorated the mass of hair.
Vegeta shivered, looking about the snowy wasteland in confusion, wondering why he was still alive. All he remembered was falling asleep in the snow and a blinding flash of warm light before he awoke once again. He placed numb fingers to his face; he didn't feel it. His lips tried to form astonished words, but moved without sound.
//Maybe I am dead... and this is hell...// thought Vegeta, shivering once again. //If it's not, then I should have died. I don't want to live anymore...//
"....L-let me die..." the prince managed, his voice trembling from cold. "L-let m-me die in p-peace..."
//I'm being a coward...///
Vegeta once again attempted to stand, but failed miserbly. He fell to his knees once again, the snow chilling him through his denim pants which were already soaked.
//He wasn't a coward...//
The saiyan gasped for breath, his almost deathly cold body beginning to shut down from the severe cold. He struggled to his feet, raising his ki slightly to help him to his feet. His power level was dangerously low, and he couldn't risk flying.
//Goku...//
Vegeta managed a few, extremely difficult steps before collapsing, his face planted firmly in the snow. Again, he tried to lift himself from the white blanket, but collpased from exauhstion was again. That's when Vegeta knew that this was it. He was going to die, not the death of a warrior, but the death of a coward he refused to face the agony bravely and ran from it.
//I have discraced my people... I... I have disgraced Kakkarot...//
A cold wind blew over him, causing his clothing to chill further and him to shiver violently.
//If only I had another chance...//
TBC...
Yep! I'm breaking this one into parts. Don't hurt me! *hides behind desk.*
Archive: Of course!
Warnings: MEGA ANGST!!! Poor Vegeta... I make him suffer so much... Get your tissues ready, folks!
Discription: Sequel to 'Stars' and 'Promise of the Stars'. This is one of the last fics I'm going to write for a while. I need time to brainstorm for my next series!
Desolate. Cold. Those were perfect words to describe the place where Vegeta stood. They also perfectly described his heart and soul. A cold gust of wind disturbed the newly fallen snow on the ground about the prince's feet, causing it blow about him in chaos. It did not disturb him. The cold was nothing compared to the cold inside him.
Only three days had passed since Goku had made his nobel scarifice, Instant Transmitting the self destructing Cell to King Kai's planet where the warrior was also destroyed. Of course, Cell had not been destroyed and returned to Earth to wreak more havok, killing his son with a fatal blast. In short, Gohan had won the battle, Cell had been destroyed and he was left alone, without someone to hold him or comfort him when something went wrong.
"Damn you, Goku..." Vegeta swore halfheartidly, his voice cracking slightly.
The small siayan fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to warm his broken heart. He wanted to cry, wanted the tears to help relieve some of the chill, but the tears would no longer come. Vegeta had cried himself to sleep so many times. His heart had become a block of solid ice, an ice so cold that not even the heat of the desert when the sun was high in the sky could melt it. There was only one thing warm enough to evaporate the ice, and that was the single man who was no longer on the planet.
"You broke you're promise... How could you do this to me...?" Vegeta murmured, both his lips and voice trembling.
Vegeta had been thrown into deep depression shortly after Goku's death. He hadn't eaten lately, drank very little, and would toss and turn when he managed to get to sleep. None of the other Z fighters had noticed anything unusual about the prince, though. To them, he seemed to be acting perfectly normal and wouldn't give a damn if he wasn't. Maybe Gohan would take pity on him, and perhaps Goku idiotic wife and Bulma, but that's where the list ended. The rest either hated him or didn't care what happened to him.
He was trembling now, from cold or sorrow the prince could not tell. Vegeta tried to stand, but his body refused, causing him to fall over. Again the small saiyan tried to get up, and again it was in vein.
The glistening, white snow was as soft as cotten and did not feel cold to Vegeta any longer. It seemed to be comfortingly soft and smooth. He sighed and nestled closer to the bitter cold cotten and closed his eyes, not noticing the slightly blue tinge in his lips or that was shaking convulsively. All that he noticed was the sweet sense of peace that was slowly creeping over him.
~*~
The snow stirred slightly, some of the flakes tumbling from on top of an indistingushible form. Slowly, the figure sat up, his lips trembling and his teeth chattering from cold. Flaming, black hair looked frosted, some snow still decorated the mass of hair.
Vegeta shivered, looking about the snowy wasteland in confusion, wondering why he was still alive. All he remembered was falling asleep in the snow and a blinding flash of warm light before he awoke once again. He placed numb fingers to his face; he didn't feel it. His lips tried to form astonished words, but moved without sound.
//Maybe I am dead... and this is hell...// thought Vegeta, shivering once again. //If it's not, then I should have died. I don't want to live anymore...//
"....L-let me die..." the prince managed, his voice trembling from cold. "L-let m-me die in p-peace..."
//I'm being a coward...///
Vegeta once again attempted to stand, but failed miserbly. He fell to his knees once again, the snow chilling him through his denim pants which were already soaked.
//He wasn't a coward...//
The saiyan gasped for breath, his almost deathly cold body beginning to shut down from the severe cold. He struggled to his feet, raising his ki slightly to help him to his feet. His power level was dangerously low, and he couldn't risk flying.
//Goku...//
Vegeta managed a few, extremely difficult steps before collapsing, his face planted firmly in the snow. Again, he tried to lift himself from the white blanket, but collpased from exauhstion was again. That's when Vegeta knew that this was it. He was going to die, not the death of a warrior, but the death of a coward he refused to face the agony bravely and ran from it.
//I have discraced my people... I... I have disgraced Kakkarot...//
A cold wind blew over him, causing his clothing to chill further and him to shiver violently.
//If only I had another chance...//
TBC...
Yep! I'm breaking this one into parts. Don't hurt me! *hides behind desk.*